Love Poem: Sounds of Morning
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Written by: Jill Martin

Sounds of Morning

Weak morning light wiggles through 
closed shutters
little feet pad down the stairs
sweet whispers
Saturday cartoons
audible enough
urgent scratching at the back door
open.  close.  rattling blinds.
Crackle of the big bag in the pantry
metal dong hitting the tile
crunch crunch crunch
comforting sounds of morning
absent Bobby and Brad on the radio
big yawn
big feet clomp down the stairs